Still at a young age (elf-wise) Liluth can remember her childhood vividly. Born into a privileged culture she was raised to believe her blood ran cleaner than her less fair cousins that did not hail from Larihei. Although she is far too young to know herself her people’s history, she was told the stories of the golden pools of Asulon, and of ancient ancestors that fled its destruction. Whether or not her parents are truly pure Mali’aheral is unknown as her family tree is muddled, but they adopted the lifestyle handed down to them by past generations as if they’d seen for themselves their blood running with. There is rumor of an inter-racial marriage sometime in 1509– but it is a secret her family takes to the grave.
Now that she has come to the age of adolescence Liluth takes her heritage very seriously and strives to represent her city through the arts. Although her personality has branched into stereotypical high-elf territory (bearing a silver tongue and little patience in the field of feelings), there is probably some good in her somewhere, probably.
Character Name: Liluth Alries
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 103
Physical Description: Creamy white skin envelops a bony frame and contrasts against young blue eyes. Long ears peak from lengthy ivory hair like blooming daisies in snow.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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